Every time I thought to open my mouth
And say something to someone
I thought save it
Every time I thought to open my mouth
And this ain’t what I’m saving it for

An armchair’s no better than a couch
And I’m no better than either one
Even though I’m well aware that I’m not
Irony achieves so little
But it’s all we hold onto
Whether we realize it or not
Hip cynicism keeps me safe
But what is it that I really think I need to say hey
I don’t see the sense that we all hold so dear
And I don’t hear a thing that I would ever call clear

Stop dancing, stop dancing, stop dancing, and stomp your feet
Slick pictures, stupid noises, march to a different beat black sheep still a sheep
You can’t help to regress, and we know it’s coming, but that doesn’t mean it’s complete
They think it’s in their hands, what we think,, maybe they’re right but only we can stomp our feet

Everything’s just a gesture
(Is that all we got left?)

I’m not crazy, I’m not that powerful
I don’t have much of an impact on people
But I’ll tell you this much,
If you hear my voice,
Then you better unravel, and you better unlock
All the links in your chain, and the grooves in your brain
My blood burns in dim, loose light
I live a faded life, my senses are roaring,
More often mistaken, but I can imagine

Sometimes I’m right, no aim for result
Serial life, I think to myself
I don’t have any ends, only means towards them,
But my means are ends in themselves, my friend

I don’t trust you, let’s be pals
People don’t trust cuz they don’t know how
I don’t trust that instant submission,
More often betrays a more secretive mission,

Chaos, clamor for control over somebody else,
Make a more acceptable hell for myself,
“Loose net, go control any soul residual
You may now give orders, I pronounce you an individual.”
“Better do what they told me to tell you,
Cuz you’re a fool if you let me resent you,
Maybe one day I might learn to respect you,
But only if and when you catch a soul right next to you.”

Stop dancing, stop dancing, stop dancing, and stomp your feet
Slick pictures, stupid noises, march to a different beat black sheep still a sheep
You can’t help to regress, and we know it’s coming, but that doesn’t mean it’s complete
They think it’s in their hands, what we think,, maybe they’re right but only we can stomp our feet

Nothing’s ever just a gesture

You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, but you save it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, now you stomp it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, but you save it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, now you stomp it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, but you save it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up
You go limp, you go limp, now you stomp it up